Ten years from now, this would probably be hilarious.
As for now, I was crossly entrapped in this porcelain prison in my wash room.
All my years of hard work "Down the Drain" there is no escape.
There was something else going down the drain. I could feel it brush my ankle like a soothing fish. My pet ferret crawled down the drain and into the apartment below mine. He knew to get help from my special friend.
Soon I heard the war trumpets signaling help was on the way: "DAMMIT TAFT!"
My mustache twinged with regret that I had once again got stuck in a sticky situation
My best bud, partner in crime, and downstairs neighbor kicked down the door wearing his strongest most powerful Crocs.
I was glad I had gone with the lavender bubbles, they hid my "croc." Although the tiny reptile was safe from view my federal administrative staff was not.
It was the consistency of my staff that reminded me, "THE ButtEr"
HTI SIS A HORINZATONAL LONGE
I was reading my fifth autobiography called "The Smartest Man in the Room: fifth Edition part five with additional footnotes, forewords, afterwords, and pre-introductions: V" when I heard a peculiar noise from the adjacent room.
It sounded as though a javelin was being inserted into a beached wale, much like my wedding night. I was snapped out of my thousand yard stare by another peculiar noise. I took off my clown shoes and ran to the door.
Slap. Slap. "More Roosevelt! Butter me up!" I suddenly had a flash of nostalgia to my nights spent with Roosevelt. That's when I recognized the voice. "Dammit Taft!"
I whipped out my camera and slid into the room on a path of butter.
"WooooOOOOOOO0O0O0O0AH!" Next thing I knew I'd slipped...straight toward the bathtub.
The landing was as fun as the ride, that is it was slippery and moist.
We were a sandwich of old man skin and love. Together we made a whole presidential cabinet. That was when I felt the croc
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" The ferret was back. ANd better Than EVer